Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 263 The Ancient Red Dragon
It is a work of dark magic, a tool for draining life and stealing souls.The container was cast in the form of a statue, the statue of Molag Bal.It constantly releases evil to the outside world: the pointed horns are curved and spread all the way to the neck; the mouth is full of fangs and long mossy tongue; The endless abyss, spinning, attracts the hopes and souls that devour everything around.

The illusory soul struggles in a spiral of red mist.Their eyes were hollow, and their mouths uttered a mournful song.All souls are desperately rushing towards the two blood-red vortexes, forming waves after waves.But they were all pulled back by an invisible force in the end, dragging the crying ghost back into the vortex.

The soul container was suspended in mid-air, supported by three twisted steel beams, each steel beam was as thick as the waist of the sorcerer.Three steel beams formed the shape of a triangular cone at the center of the vast domed council hall, spreading the weight of the soul vessel across the stone floor.The floor below the container is a large round mirror made of glass of various colors.The light from the torches on the wall was reflected by the glass mirrors onto the spirit vessel, bathing the core of this dark ritual in an eerie, foul wave of light.

The magician kneeled respectfully on the altar, chanting evil and powerful prayers. The unique construction concept and huge stones and metals isolated the fierce battle outside the door and made the chanting sound non-stop. Echoed in the domed parliament hall, and gradually became louder and louder.

Finally, the battle outside the gate calmed down, and the chant became louder and louder. The prayers praised the greatness of Molag Bal. Amidst the evil chant, countless illusory souls screamed pitifully, Swallowed by the container.The eerie darkness that shrouded the dome hall became more and more intense, as if something was congealing and churning.

"Praise the Lord of Evil, praise the King of Slave and Dominion, may your kingdom come and achieve your supreme glory!"

As the last word of this evil prayer fell, the two blood-red vortexes of the statue spun in opposite directions, getting faster and faster.Finally, amidst the frantic shouts of the fallen magician, a terrifying force descended.

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"Is the cave about to collapse?"

The Brighton man looked towards the top of the cave and said anxiously.

Turka pulled the huge soul stone out of the guardian's chest, and the fiery red light gradually went out.The colossal colossus turned back into a cold metal statue once again.

But his expression did not relax, but looking back at the majestic building, his brows were tightly furrowed.Because Turka cut off the connection with the Annihilation Maharaja, he was not aware of everything that happened in the hall for the first time.But such a terrifying evil is still as blazing and dazzling as a star in the dark night.

Damn.He cursed secretly, and tightly grasped the gemstone in his hand that contained strong soul fluctuations.this is……

The rumbling thunder continued and grew louder, shaking the entire cavern.Before the adventurers could react, the sound of thunder had turned into a bone-cracking hammer, and everyone was hit by the sound waves and fell to the ground.

"careful!"

The ascetic monk shouted, and with a roar that shook the world, a large rock collapsed from the stone wall on the east side of the dome hall, and everyone hurriedly dodged and rolled.Amidst the smoke and dust all over the sky and the loud bang, the entire stone wall turned into a pile of rubble.A desperate and frightening coercion overwhelmed everything in the cave.

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Menda Na is a red dragon, and the years of his existence have long been lost. His body is definitely more than one hundred feet long, and his tail covered with bone spurs is also eighty feet long.His body was so huge that he had to crash an entire stone wall before he could pass through the hall of the Dwemer's sacred council calmly.His outstretched wings, pedaling on his thick and powerful hind legs, are like a shadow covering the sun, and also like the breath of death. Every flap is like a hurricane.

Red flames burned in his black eye sockets.Thick smoke spewed out from the two rows of giant teeth like sharp swords, "Cheer! Fear! You lowly mortal cubs, your doomsday has come!" the red dragon roared, pointing its huge and ferocious head at the audience several people.

"Yol Toor Shul!"

The four of Islaen were frozen in place by fear, and could only look at the living body in the ancient legend with helpless eyes.At the same time, including the Hongwei people, a strange feeling came to mind.It was a supernatural ability, a transcendent, godlike ability - even the most stubborn Altmer could not deny that there was an undeniable grace and power in the dragon.It was a kind of overwhelming power and beauty, which shocked and fascinated the people of the mortal world {the most typical is the birth of Dragon Worship}.

They couldn't help raising their heads back, their eyes following the movement of the dragon's ferocious head covered with red and black scales.He didn't even realize what he was about to face.

Turka sighed, and came to several people almost at the moment when the dragon inhaled.He looked directly into the dragon's eyes and spoke the powerful spell again.

"Jmuurit!"

Amid the flames, the huge ice wall spread to more than ten meters away, protecting Israel on the other side.And the energy flow representing destruction collided with the cold ice again, and the aura of magic continued to intertwine and burst out.The steam rises and the earth shakes.

It is said that at that moment, Mendana noticed the strange eyes of the dragonborn from another crystal wall, which were exactly like the eyes of the dragon.Instinctively, he immediately felt some kind of similar but different connection. He closed his huge mouth in surprise, raised his head covered with red and black scales high, and looked down at the few mortals below him condescendingly. .

But the hot and turbulent steam, and the thick ice blocked the red dragon's vision, and the pair of golden vertical pupils that made him uneasy disappeared.

"Who! Who stole father's power!"

After a long absence, the red dragon roared angrily and cursed in horror. He slyly crawled out of the majestic domed hall.Following his movements, the entire earth shook like an earthquake.

Mendana vibrates its huge wings—although the cave dug by the Dwemer is not comparable to the boundless sky, but it is enough for him to stretch his body actively—the red dragon flies up to the high cave roof, looking down at the people below. Stendhal disciples and - Turka Arakano.

"It's you!" Menda Na's golden pupils stared at the figure that made him feel weird and uneasy, "You despicable mortal, you have the breath of your father...but—"

The red dragon shook its huge head strangely, unable to comprehend the weird and distorted breath he felt on the thief, he roared and shouted in dragon language: "You are not us, you are not a dragon! Shameless Thief! You have stolen your father's power, and you will pay for it!"

(End of this chapter)